The First Day of July

I arrived at my latest stop in this cross country - or 'half' cross county venture - earlier this afternoon.  Sometimes I think I'm nuts for doing this; and other times, I still think I'm nuts.  The rest of the time, I believe I must be asleep.

As for the adventure of the day, it was one long trek along Interstate 40, from Dandridge Tennessee to where I now sit, Four Oaks North Carolina, chugging on down the road inch by inch and mile by mile.  There was no race to it; I felt under no compulsion to rush, rush, rush.  I took my time, and made great time.  Chaos may have been lumbering, and dashing, and zipping zapping all around me.  I just kept moving forward.

My only lengthy stop was for coffee in Asheville North Carolina.  After spending an hour traversing the twists and turns of the road through the Cherokee National Forest (I believe such was the name of the mountainous region of verdant trees I meandered carefully through)...  

...I felt in need of a little break and a little pick me up.  Thank the Lord for GPS, as it showed me precisely where the Atlanta Bread Company resided...

...offering the small respite (and the wonderful coffee) that spurred me forward.